Here, just a small little drabble. Slight Zutara if you press your eyes real close-like to the computer screen.
There is Hope
"I really thought he had changed for the better," Katara muttered to herself, holding Aang in her arms.
Sokka saw the uneasiness in his sister and scooted near her.
"Once a bad guy, always a bad guy. I knew Zuko would do that to us! He hurt Aang!" he raised his fist in the air.
Katara shook her head, then looked down at the sleeping Aang.
"No. Azula's the one who hurt Aang," she sighed.
"Not like that made any difference. Anyway, Zuko's not like you at all," Sokka dissented, then left her alone as he snuggled into Appa's fur.
Katara looked up into the inky night sky and recollected her time with Zuko in the crystal catacombs.
No Sokka. You're wrong. Zuko and I...we are alike.
She looked at her vial which had once contained spiritual water and grasped it. She thought she used it up healing Aang.
There was still some left. A symbol, she thought, that maybe there was a little hope left for Zuko.